Greece is the word

[wwistful]

WHO: ALL OF THE TEACHERS and their broods
TONE: FUN!?!?
RATING: M for Mature.
WHEN: 4th April to 7th April (ish)
WHERE: Murdoc's home in Greece
WHAT: A teacher meeting held in Greece! What could possibly go wrong?
STATUS: Ongoing.

[Murdoc isn't sure why the responsibility of hosting the meeting fell to him, honestly it already sounds like a terrible idea. He doubts any of them will either come up with sound lesson plans, work cohesively as a team or leave his home any wiser and more mature than they were when they entered. To him, it seems as if a couple of people just like the idea of visiting Greece. However, it's not as if he's going to pass up the chance to show off! And it's not like he doesn't have room to spare.

He's not going to be all that happy to have people there, but he's not a bad host. Everyone has a room and there's food and booze provided. Not to mention the fact that the beach and town are within walking distance, but why on earth would you want to live such a sick crib? Of course, given that he's a pureblood there's absolutely no technology or reception, but there's a pool and a near endless amount of rooms filled with nifty shit!

Regardless, if you aren't a kid you sure as hell aren't here to explore, so quit touching his stuff and get working.]

Comments

ARRIVAL

[wwistful]

[WELCOME! Please try not to give your hats and coats to the House Elves. Murdoc is buzzing about the house and if everyone is as anal as him they'll be arriving on time]

[plushaeusrumpified]

[How can he arrive when he was already there?

But nah, he's by the door, leaning against it, there to welcome everyone graciously inside.]

Get dirt on the floor and he'll probably eat your face. Just a friendly warning.

[toocoolforthis]

[When Dirk first arrives, he's just carrying a small backpack, one that hardly seems big enough to fit the things he needs for a three day trip- in other words, someone's been studying their charms!

Whatever the case, he's not about to hand his things over to elves.]

So where should I put my shit?

[Please don't say with Cronus, he gets enough of that during the school year...]

[allisnotlost]

[Someone's crotchdropping isn't too thrilled about this in the slightest. Expect him waltzing around the house with his precious ferret.]

[candycrabapple]

[To be honest, Karkat didn't want to be here. It's not that he doesn't want to travel or anything like that. But does it have to be a place where there's nothing but sun? His skin is too delicate, and his eyes too sensitive to enjoy anywhere that has sun for more than 4-5 hours a day. But he's here, with more of a frown than usual. With a sigh he hands his things over the the house elves and looks around.]

Does this place have to be so fucking white?

[He knows all this white's going to get in his eyes eventually.]

[8lackwidow]

[Why hand her coat to a house elf when she could hand it to Murdoc. And the follow it up with a kiss on the cheek because they are friends and she has that right]

I get the biggest room, correct?

[seeringlight]

Bonjour!

[Rose, of course, has a basket that includes some chocolates and fine wine.] Mother says never to stay at a place without offering a gift for such hospitality. I hope you are fond of chocolate and wine. The chocolate is from Switzerland and a bottle or two my mother had procured. I hope that you accept our humble gift.

I appreciate you letting us stay, Professor. It is quite gorgeous here.

THE DRAWING ROOM

[wwistful]

[See this room decked with fancy shit? This is where the work happens. There's plenty of wine and house elves scampering around to take orders. Murdoc is pretty pushy about getting work done, maybe you should doodle on some parchment and look busy?]

[plushaeusrumpified]

[You want Bro to look busy? He will fucking look busy. He's sitting alone, staring intently at a piece of paper and scribbling. The only problem is, he's not exactly doing anything aside from doodling plushy, bootylicious smuppets of various colours and wandlessly charming them to have sex on the page.]

[higherthaneverybody]

[Rhys doesn't need to pretend, there's always work of one sort or another he can be getting done, lesson plans, things like that. He's going to approach his host at some point, as well - after all, there had been talk of joint lessons at one point, and while he'd been under the influence of a love spell at the time, the idea itself really isn't bad.

But for now, he can be found in one corner taking notes, long legs stretched out in front of him.]

[plushaeusrumpified]

[It's been entirely too long coming, but thanks to their rather close proximity and a bit of urging from Murdoc, Bro is finally going to (try to) make nice with Gamzee. He never realized until recently what a jackass he'd been about the entire thing, so now that Murdoc's made him realize it, he feels like it's the best thing to do. He doesn't know how it's going to work out, but he isn't going to just give up without trying.

So that's why they're both in the drawing room; Murdoc is off to the side, sitting in, in case he's needed. Otherwise, it's mostly just Bro and Gamzee working things out between them. Bro would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. Apologies are hard. Apologies for things that are kind of fuzzy and didn't seem that big of a deal are even harder. Because honestly-

No, he's not going to start thinking about how dumb it is to hold a grudge over this. That's not going to be conducive to anything. The point is he fucked up and he needs to fix it so that he doesn't have a clown boy holding grudges against him for the rest of his life. Especially when said clown boy is currently a student at the school he works at and Murdoc has taken such a weird liking to him.]

So... How's it goin'?

[This is a good way to break the ice, he's sure. And by good he means completely and utterly stupid. He feels stupid. This whole thing is stupid. It isn't going to be easy, he can tell already. Fuck his hot life.]

OUTSIDE THE HOUSE

[wwistful]

[Anywhere from town to the beach, get out of reach from all the busybodies and chillax away from the fuss of the house.]

[higherthaneverybody]

[It's been a little difficult to get Dolores alone, but Rhys is determined to take some advantage of the beautiful locale, and the weather is lovely and warm, even at night. Which makes it just about perfect.]

Ah, Dolores, there you are. I was going to go down to the beach, perhaps go swimming now that things have quieted down - would you care to join me?

[toocoolforthis]

[If there's one thing Dirk's appreciated about this entire trip, it's been the ocean. He's been out swimming nearly all day, whether or not anyone's been around to join him or serve as a lifeguard, going out farther each time. He does, at least, swim very well for a kid who's lived in the city all of his life.

At this particular moment, he's just coming up through the shallows, pushing his soaked hair out of his eyes and squinting down the beach to look for his towel, and the shades he left with them. Between the messy hair and the absent shades, it's a completely different image than he presents at school.]

[wavesofjade]

[As if she could pass up the chance to do a little shopping in a foreign country! Despite the fact that the midday warmth and sun has her flagging slightly, she's perusing shops in the town.

Should anyone be tagging along with her, she'd no doubt welcome the company.. Shopping is much more fun if there's someone to talk to.]

[wwistful]

[If you happen to be on the beach in the morning, Murdoc will be there! He's generally jogging or swimming, given that he has a keen interest in keeping fit.

But you know who else enjoys the beach? His dog. He's dropped down to sit in the sand for the moment, playing a rousing game of fetch with his overly enthusiastic german shepherd. It seems fairly boring for him, up until the dog leaps onto his lap and starts licking his face gleefully. That's what you get for being gone most of the year, Murdoc.]

Oi- Sea biscuit! Down!

[strideallknight]

[Dave is doing one of two things out on the beach. One is taking a nap to catch up on his sleep. There is an umbrella providing him with shade because fuck getting sunburned. Not to mention some sunscreen nearby.

The other thing he might be doing is something incredibly rare. Dave's reading a book for pleasure.

Bug him, y/n?]

Teen beach party is go!

[greaselightning]

[A day or so into this whole house party is all Cronus really needs to formulate the idea that himself and the rest of the teens definitely need their space from the adults. However, not without a few choice bottles of alcohol! It isn't like Murdoc isn't loaded in that department, especially considering he's loaded in all the others. So, Cronus is sure to go around throughout the day, telling each kid there about the planned beach party that night and how they need to keep their traps zipped about it. Sure, the house is spacious and all, they got a pool, but where's the fun when you're up to your ears in teachers, right? Not to mention, who doesn't love the beach!]

[So, after he's certain he's told everyone(except maybe Eridan, cuz he doesn't need his annoying little bro ruining this), he's gonna make trips throughout the rest of the day setting everything up. Towels, some of the pool chairs, of course the alcohol, and a few other select things. He even went into town to get a few things for entertainment, despite thinking himself to be all the entertainment anyone would ever need. Especially since he's going to be bringing his guitar he got for his birthday! Play some good tunes for these fine folks and what not.]

[Once it starts to get dark, those who have decided to take Cronus up on the invitation will find him down on the beach, where he said the party would be located. He's got chairs set up, even a little bonfire going on. There's certainly a few open tubs with assorted bottles of alcohol, obviously enchanted to keep them cool. Cronus himself is sitting in one of the chairs, wearing nothing but his fabulous swimwear, strumming on his guitar as he waits. Not playing anything in particular, and even when some string of notes starts to sound like some sort of melody, it's like he gets bored of it and starts fussing with something else. Fucking musicians, amirite? As anyone approaches, he stops to greet them with that ever-present cheery smile, (overly)friendly as can be!]

((ooc: Feel free to either reply to Cronus, or even have your own sub-threads within it! Closed to the kids, no adults allowed to ruin the fun!))

DOWNTIME

[wwistful]

[You've been working all day, time to drink by the pool or sprawl out over the couch. You tried and that means nobody can judge you, right?]

[wavesofjade]

[Working all day? Hardly, but Dolores is enjoying the last of the day's sunlight sitting by the pool, clad only in a swimsuit with a sheer sarong tied around her waist. She had been reading a book until the heat had got the best of her, and it lies open on the low table beside the sun lounger she's reclining on.

She's relaxed enough that she isn't even keeping up the pretence of breathing, what air she does draw in light and erratic and just enough that she can hum a few bars of a tune that's stuck in her head (which, to anyone with a good ear, would quickly reveal itself to be Livin' on a Prayer). Her fingers tap gently against the arm of the sun lounger.

Anyone approaching, unless they're incredibly quiet, would find her turning to give them a cheerful smile and a small wave.]

[candycrabapple]

[After getting over the fact he's in a place he doesn't entirely want to be. Karkat's finally sucked it up and has started wandering around the house, and has found himself in a library-like part of the house. After browsing the titles, he grabs one that seems vaguely romantic and curls up in a chair to unobtrusively read . Occasionally talking out loud about something her's just read.]

[greaselightning]

[Who are you kidding, Cronus ain't working one bit while on break. That's for all you teachers, but he will take the time to relax by the pool! He's definitely wearing quite the swim wear too. He's content with himself, having all these people over--even if they are teachers. They're still fucking hot, and getting the chance to see them outta their robes and wet(though he wishes for some in more ways than one) is just one of the best ways to spend the holidays!]

[So, anyone who's in the pool, around the pool, or just in the vicinity of Cronus is definitely getting a look over and an unsettling smile of approval. Maybe even a wave over, because how can he possibly hit on you if you're that far away, I mean come on.]

[savviest]

[Jack has no interest in lesson planning or any such thing, but he does have interest in staying in a nice mansion in Greece of all places. AH, he's missed the sea breeze.

Now, however, he's taken to poking around the more discreet areas of the house. He's curious about what this guys got hidden around here, maybe he'll find something worth more than the whole house.

He's currently slinking through the halls upstairs, hands raised as he creeps the halls in tipsy glee.]

[innocent_insanity]

[Kurloz has brought his sketchbook and a small set of watercolours AND SOMEHOW FOUND HIS WAY ON THE ROOF. He likes the view from there of the surrounding buildings and terrain, so he's done a few quick sketches of the landscape before picking one direction to start painting.]

[8lackwidow]

[Charlotte's taken to sleeping less and less these years, or even just simply wearing her body down to tiredness until she collapses. Sleep is never truly dreamless, but she's taught her body not to scream, and there's charms in place even if she does. Besides, asking for dreamless sleep potions means letting some know how she's still struggling some days.

Its somewhere between 3 and 4 am when she slips out of the house and down to the pool, and as she slips into the water she leaves her robe by the steps. There's just a pair of bikini bottoms on her, a smallest precaution because while she cares little about her own nudity she knows people aren't always as carefree as her. But breasts should be fine, really, breasts are just some extra fat. She's never seen the fuss people like to through about them.

Her strokes are long and lazy, water making her hair fall out of it's perfect curls into a wetter, wilder set. And eventually she comes over to the side and stares at the stars, arms crossed and pressed against the paving to keep her from floating, the faintest shine coming from her fake one.]